Eir´s POV. Hearing my father’s story was both heartbreaking and beautiful, but it also led to even more questions at the same time as it answered my questions. But first and foremost, I glared at Seb. “So? Can you? “ “Yes.” He answered way too lightly with a sheepish grin, “Then why didn’t you?” “Isn’t that obvious? So, I could show you the helicopter?” I had no response to that; I mean, can anyone come back with a sensible answer to that? My father cleared his throat, too loud and theatrical to be anything else than asking for our attention. Grateful to end this discussion, I smiled towards my father, only to falter as he began to speak. “I recognize that word! Your mother thought to me about these helicopters! Do you have one? Please show me!” I jumped up in my chair, all the curse words I ever heard flashing through my mind as I slammed my palm over Seb´s mouth that was about to answer. “No, no, he doesn’t have one! And no, absolutely not something you would like to see! “

I didn’t have words to describe the moment words stopped spilling over my lips. It almost felt like that famous time-stopped moment. Not one single time did I dare lift my eyes from the cold wooden deck while I talked. I have bared every dark corner of my memories: anger, hurt, and despair. I felt alone and lost, striving for love and recognition when I, deep down, always knew I wasn't worth it, not in my father's eyes. I told him about bullying, outright torture, and evil. The more I spoke, the more memories popped up. Like I opened a jar of darkness, and everything was let loose like death pearls on a row. How little I had felt the first time my father spotted the neighbor kids holding me down, lifting my shirt up. Everyone froze, and I cried for him, pleading for him to help me; instead, he turned his back and walked away. I still felt the pain in my heart the moment he broke the last strig of hope in it. Warm tears still rolled over my cheeks, but I didn’t feel like I was crying;

The sentence circled around in my mind a couple of times while they started bickering over my head. Information circled, went right through, and came back for a new round. All the while, I stood there, like I was rebooting, and finally, it hit me: why this sounded wrong, what I didn’t understand. Not bothering with addressing Seb´s and my father’s angry word feud, I cut them both right off, “Brothers? What do you mean, brothers?” They both shut up and looked at me like they suddenly realized I was still there. However, nobody said a word, just stared at it. My father with an open mouth and an expression I could not read. Seb at least had the audacity to look away; I'm not sure why, but right now, it didn’t really matter. I held my father's gaze and repeated, “What do you mean, her brothers? And family? “ In the corner of my eyes, I saw Lydia moving behind my father, barely registering the smile on her face. But for what? How could she have brothers and family here? I thought I had

"I do agree, and you two went too far!" My father tried his best to meddle, agreeing with me without dismissing his guests and his future Mate`s family. The twins didn’t seem to be bothered at all; if anything, they looked like they were entertained just the way they liked. That alone made me even more irritated. So while I was fuming, the twin brothers on the verge of busting out in laughter, my father stressed between us, face flustered and sweaty. Lydia was the only one who looked mortified by the whole situation; why, I had no idea. From the way I see it, she is the only one here that doesn’t have a shit to do about this situation at all. "No, they did not! Your daughter is behaving all wrong!" My head jerked in Lydia´s direction. I was not sure if I had heard her wrong or if she was really that narrow-sighted. "Remember, this is new to her, and it is not wrong! She, or even I, never gave them the right to touch her in any way!" "Well, I did! And as your mate and Luna, I woul

Out of breath, flustered, and still a bit shocked, I tried to calm my raging heart down.He has never been so rough and direct. Don’t get me wrong, I think I loved this side of him, but I didn’t understand the sudden change, and on top of it all, he claims I am the one who has changed. His warm body is still flush against my back, his hammering heart matching mine on my back. A light tickling sensation over my collarbone snapped me out of my hazed sex fog, and I smacked it out of reflex, expecting a mosquito or something. Instead, something splattered between my fingers drops splashed against my cheek; taken aback, I lifted my hand up and looked at it. My eyes widened, and my hand frantically returned to my shoulder and sticky skin. Blood. The sound that left my throat was new for me, a strange mixture of fear, shock, and utter disbelief mixed in with the surprised gasp. I began to wiggle my shoulders, trying to get Arcane off my back, still staring at my bloody fingers. My pulse did